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The second year imoogi adjusted her backpack strap on one shoulder while she balanced a stack of books in the other arm, precariously keeping them upright while she sped-walked in a rush through weaving, open corridors in the main quad, shoulder length auburn bob bouncing with her efforts. The girl’s stature completely dwarfed by the sheer size of her backpack and textbooks weighing her slender body down, though that didn’t stop her from heading towards her destination at a fast pace.

The afternoon sun glinted against a small golden pin on the of her brown polyester sweater, reading ‘prefect’ in fanciful metalwork, a sigil of her duties. But damn, did she hope to avoid every human being and creature on her way to the library, refusing to even glance away from the looming building across campus for merlyn forbid, she accidentally meet eyes with a lost first year. Despite it being her job to…yah know, aid people, Minjeong didn’t really enjoy doing so, preferring to keep to herself. Even the thought made her huff inaudibly to herself. Why did she have to bother taking care of others when they’re all adults here? She didn’t understand why anyone else’s problems were the problems of a prefect.

And anyways, she had much more important things to do, such as study for an upcoming ancient runes exam. If she wanted to get head girl for imoogi this year, she’d have to have the best marks yet, though that wasn’t an issue in itself. But minjeong wouldn’t even take a chance at not studying for two seconds.

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